Steve And Natasha Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Pavel insisted. "I just said I can't marry you, please forget it. It's so cringe," says Natasha. Her hand was already on the doorknob ready to open it. One could tell she had become impatient and was ready to step out of the car as soon as possible. "My father had also insisted we get married. Natasha, did you not want me to help in taking revenge against your Stepmother and Stepsister?" Pavel asked. "I'll have revenge myself. If you continue to make mention of marriage, I'll have to sever our friendship," Natasha said and opened the door but before she could take a step, Pavel grabbed her by the arm.

“There is no way in hell that’s going to happen. I’d rather fuck you Steven baby than be involved with knight who looks at me and see a fucking child.” “Well you are being childish considering that you were the one who was begging for his attention then and now you refuse to admit that he still turns you on.” Steven teased. “I’d be heading over at the hospital and leave you guys alone. I would be her fucking best friend and we are going to be inseparable.” Natasha stated.

More of Steve’s men filed into the room, dragging Dillion and Kasey behind them, bruised and beaten. My heart sank even further when one of the men grabbed Nat, dragging her forward with rough hands. She struggled, but there was nothing she could do. The man shoved her to the ground in front of Steve. And then Steve’s cold voice rang out, clear and unforgiving. “Get up,” he ordered Nat, his eyes locked on her. “Come here.” Nat stumbled to her feet, fear flashing in her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound. My heart ached seeing her like this—broken, scared. She didn’t deserve any of this.

"Did I stutter? I asked, do you have feelings for Alpha William?" Natasha felt her heart race. How could she develop feelings for a man who seemed to care so little about her existence as his mate? "Of course," Natasha replied, her voice filled with frustration. "He is my mate, after all." "Quit the act," Alice said coldly. "My father already told me of your plan to steal William away from me and undermine his authority." "Oh, I see," Natasha said awkwardly.

As I moved towards him, Steve’s voice rang out. “Walk away, Nathan. Keep running, like you always do.” Nathan paused but didn’t turn around. Steve continued, his voice dripping with mockery. “All of this happened because of your choices. "First Katrina, now her.” He gestured towards me. “It’s almost poetic how you keep losing everything to better men.” Nathan finally turned, his expression unreadable. He met Steve’s gaze and simply smiled. Then, without another word, we walked out. As we got into the car, he ordered me to call Katrina and tell her that we could deal that night at his penthouse if it was okay with her.

Nate said and Steve face lit up in joy. “You have atop working as a stripper? This is a good news, I am very happy to hear this” Steve said happily and Nate shake his head negatively. “When did I say that? I am doing this because the client is special to me” Nate said and Steve smile drop. “Your brother is in love with his client, don’t worry he will soon stop the stripping work, there’s nothing love can’t do” Ethan whispered to Steve. “Are you for real?” Steve asked with a smile and Ethan shake his head.

She is everything a vampire like myself would wish for, but she is not the desire of my heart. Natasha has nothing. No land, no status, no family, and worst of all, she is a wolf. Yet my vampire desires her so much. My love for her keeps growing every second. Usually, my vampire and I are always on the same page when it comes to emotions and decisions. But now, we are on different pages. My vampire wants to go for Natasha, while I wanted to go for Cynthia. I tried to convince the vampire in me that Natasha doesn't matter, but it wouldn't understand.

"Just stressed." "It's Charlie, isn't it?" Zach's expression shifted from genuine concern to annoyance. "That dipshit. Is he hurting you? I've got friends who'd make him regret the day he met you." Natasha laughed genuinely this time and shook her head. "It's not him, Zach. It's... something else." She wanted to tell him. She wanted to scream that her fiancé was a manipulative cheat and his father was a dangerous blood don who had shattered her world in one single night.

Anger flashed across her face, and she was about to explode when Stanley's call came in, breaking the tense atmosphere. I answered and put it on speaker, and his upbeat voice rang out. "Nattie, are you there? You left your necklace on my bed. Do you want me to drop it off tomorrow?" A sarcastic smile tugged at my lips. Natasha's face immediately tensed up in panic as she rushed to explain, "I went out drinking with him. I just crashed on his bed for a bit, nothing happened—" "Cut ties with him," I said softly, wanting to give her one last chance.

Lord Axel said, turning to face them. “ I am Lauryn’s husband and I know about her friendship to the lady in question, Natasha.” “ Natasha? So that’s her name?” “ Yes, my lord.” “ Sanghiel, ring for one of the servants to come clean this mess up.” Lord Axel, kicking the pieces of the broken tumbler. He leans forward to maintain an eye contact with Lauryn. “ So, tell me, Lauryn, where is this brunette friend of yours, Natasha.”